The Gallows Call
Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2005 2:38 pm
The gallows call…
Restless in my sleep,
echoing,
through ancient halls of
(long) dead kings,
I, am there.
Darkness surrounds me,
engulfs my soul,
a black stake of impenetrable (non) existence
buries
into my heart
as the darkness enfolds me
Still,
the gallows call…
On a hill,
in ancient ruins,
my restless sleep still consumes me,
imprisoning me in invisible barriers
that cannot be breached, (or broken)
as I gaze upon the ruins,
shades of past heroes and villains
rise from the shadows of the time worn stones,
their reaching arms
are trying to grasp me
to take me into their realm.
Helpless to break away and run,
(to the daylight)
I
am
taken
down
Darkness...
Yet, still...
the gallows call...
Alone,
I am in a (dark) dry cell.
Twilight filters down from a slanting crevice
far above my broken spirit.
Roaches scurry in the darkness,
rats chase them in the shadows.
I bang on the walls (of my despair)
Yet awaken, I do not.
…footsteps?
Approaching slowly down the corridor
walk two men,
black their attire,
and to my horror,
I realize one a priest,
the other an executioner.
(the soul saver, and life taker)
In my stricken sulleness I realize they are separate
(in spirit)
But kindred in heart,
for, is there really a difference?
As I struggle to awake,
the true horror of the situation dawns on me,
that I am not asleep!
This time there will be no sudden fade from consciousness,
no last minute respite,
for this is to be my fate.
And the last thought that will guide me
to the afterlife, I will not remember,
for above all else,
echoing,
the one last (haunting) memory
that will eternally (?) sustain me…
the
(final)
gallows
call…
Darkness.
Restless in my sleep,
echoing,
through ancient halls of
(long) dead kings,
I, am there.
Darkness surrounds me,
engulfs my soul,
a black stake of impenetrable (non) existence
buries
into my heart
as the darkness enfolds me
Still,
the gallows call…
On a hill,
in ancient ruins,
my restless sleep still consumes me,
imprisoning me in invisible barriers
that cannot be breached, (or broken)
as I gaze upon the ruins,
shades of past heroes and villains
rise from the shadows of the time worn stones,
their reaching arms
are trying to grasp me
to take me into their realm.
Helpless to break away and run,
(to the daylight)
I
am
taken
down
Darkness...
Yet, still...
the gallows call...
Alone,
I am in a (dark) dry cell.
Twilight filters down from a slanting crevice
far above my broken spirit.
Roaches scurry in the darkness,
rats chase them in the shadows.
I bang on the walls (of my despair)
Yet awaken, I do not.
…footsteps?
Approaching slowly down the corridor
walk two men,
black their attire,
and to my horror,
I realize one a priest,
the other an executioner.
(the soul saver, and life taker)
In my stricken sulleness I realize they are separate
(in spirit)
But kindred in heart,
for, is there really a difference?
As I struggle to awake,
the true horror of the situation dawns on me,
that I am not asleep!
This time there will be no sudden fade from consciousness,
no last minute respite,
for this is to be my fate.
And the last thought that will guide me
to the afterlife, I will not remember,
for above all else,
echoing,
the one last (haunting) memory
that will eternally (?) sustain me…
the
(final)
gallows
call…
Darkness.